Lyrics of Rahaei Dariush In English
The pigeon is dead, it doesnt have a file, it doesnt water the dirt and blood, it doesnt have a
dead pigeon, it doesnt have a file, it doesnt have an
old book, it doesnt have to read,
its crying out from loneliness,
it cant stay in this city anymore, when it can be that
you and I will
be left alone, when the
ship doesnt have any more words, it
cant see an old and tired black child,
if its just a flower in the garden,
its its flower. A garden that has no picking
, every tree that grows old one day does
not have it burned from the roots,
when will it be that you and I will
become and be freed,
the season of dying will arrive for me, when will the
time for my flight from this shelf to the door of this shelf, what does it
ask of me here?
If the destination of the soul is
not the smell of angelic, it is not an example of an atlase
, my words are not like the words of
anyone, my poetry is a beautiful profession, the
profession of truth to the world,
when will it be that you and I will
become and be free?
